"Much more pleasurable than that...Rod," he mutters, a vague hint of disgust in his voice - and a sharp glare is shot in the direction he shoved it to the edge of their nest of blankets and cushions.

He bites his lower lip thoughtfully. "I would not object to having that ability if I were in that position. It would lend itself to ensuring I was hitting...all your spots." He allows his hand to trail between them, settling at the base of his cock below where she is touching him. "And there is adequate cushion here, with how we have arranged things."